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You came to me like a dream

A brand new story in my tome

The words we wrote

Now decorate the page

naïveté

The folly of our age

But I remember what you said

The thought of it still echoes in my head

With painted photos that I keep

And the memories of you when I am asleep

You're everywhere I go

In everything I do

But only in my head

Just an image I project

The words in ink

Have faded from the page

An empty book

From another age

But I will own my own mistakes

Rebuild myself no matter what it takes

This is my closure

The flowers on your grave

This is my closure. My closure

The flowers on your grave